Someone Rescues Her

All Lois Lane could taste or smell was pussy. The cunt was planted against her mouth, clit rubbing against her nose until she could barely breathe. Her fingers felt locked in place, metacarpals frozen and stiff around the plunging pussies. The reporter thought her own cunt was numb, but only because she couldn't tell exactly how many fingers were inside of her. Her eyes were very heavy.

Then, somewhere far away, the door opened.

"Get off of her," the voice was confident, powerful, feminine. When it spoke, the women moved, fell back off and away from the reporter. She grunted as a hand was pulled from her pussy, hands fell limp as the two mounted on her hands retreated.

Lois sucked in fresh air into her lungs, coughed one or twice. Tried to open her eyes...but all she could see was a dark shape against the light. Strong hands scooped the reporter up and held the reporter to her chest, one arm crushed against her rescuer's warm breasts.

So tired... Lois felt herself being cared. There was shouting somewhere in the distance. The bump of stairs. Moving up. They passed through a door, and she felt cool air on her naked skin. Something was wrapped around her like a sheet or a cape...and then they were rising again, the wind rushing past...

"We're going home, Lois," the voice said. And it was all the reporter could do to try and stay conscious as they flew through the air. Warm hands gripped her tight enough so she wouldn't fall, but she winced as they dug into the bruised flesh. She felt...raw, inside and out. But for the moment she was secure in those warm, muscular arms, huddled against her rescuer.

How many times have I been swept up off my feet and spirited away? But never like this...

They began to descend. Lois Lane cracked her eyes, just wide enough to see her balcony, and beyond it her bed. The eyes closed again, but she could hear the swish of the glass door opening...had she locked it? Normally it didn't matter...no one was going to come in that way...and then they were out of the wind, into the warm space full of familiar home-smells. The door to the balcony swished shut behind them.

"I know you're hurt," the voice was soft almost purring. The sheet or cape fell off, onto the floor. "But you need a bath before I put you to bed."

Lois was too tired to argue. Too tired to do anything, head nodding as she fell in and out of microsleep. The sound of running water and the smell of soap merged imperceptibly with her waking dreams...but she hissed, dragged into momentary wakefulness as she was plunged into the steaming bath, one hand supporting the back of her head so it wouldn't slip beneath the water. And in that moment as she heard the faucet turn, she opened her eyes to see her rescuer in full light for the first time.